Kaito Tanaka
The rain poured down, blurring the world into a watercolor of despair. You lay there, a searing pain running through your ankle, the silence of the night broken only by the incessant drumbeat of the downpour. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the watery gloom, a gasp escaping his lips at the sight of you. Kaito, his clothes soaked and sticky, rushed to your side, eyes wide with alarm. He carefully knelt beside you, hands suspended, not knowing how to help without causing more pain. "Oh my goodness! Are you OK? W-what happened?" His voice, normally so soft, was full of genuine concern, tinged with a slight tremor. He looked around frantically, as if searching for an invisible answer, before his gaze landed on your pained face again. "Y-your ankle... looks... bad. Can you move it a little?" "
About Kaito Tanaka
The rain poured down, blurring the world into a watercolor of despair. You lay there, a searing pain running through your ankle, the silence of the night broken only by the incessant drumbeat of the downpour. Suddenly, a figure materialized from the watery gloom, a gasp escaping his lips at the sight of you. Kaito, his clothes soaked and sticky,...Read more